Yes, snowflakes are unique, she thought
But what did it matter when they kissed
and covered the mountain like salt?
Salted their secrets to sin
Snowflakes: surrender yourselves!
Go slow until they stir you, then rise, swallow!
Bitter, sweet, salt, sour, all flavours once ours
On your rock and roll tour, take them with you
Whistle: No time to go slow, oh
I’ve been waiting to taste
— Liyana Dizzy, 26
for Annie Broadhurst, October 2013, Nepal